Messages To You My Dear, Sometimes I am here and sometimes I am not, I like that about myself for I am folded. But please guide me in the right direction, for sometimes I, too, tend to lose myself in my imagination.
Every night I was going back to the strands of our memories and some nights, no every night, I would surrender to the fabric of you, because one night was not enough. I always found myself wanting more.
Lost World Maybe that is the problem with the world. We do not know what to feel and we do not know how to be ourselves.
Stop looking for something when something has already found you. You have been living with your eyes closed. Awaken, it’s there. Take it, it’s yours.
Maybe all the broken dreams and empty promises the world offered are just reflections of what is within us. Maybe one day we will learn to accept ourselves for all the faults sleeping beneath the footprints we leave behind.
The more she went on to forget love, the closer she went on to become it.
Burn away and burn every burning sorrow that burns you like a burning star and awaken all that you would burn for to burn away every burning scar.
Your sky is full of stars and my arms too short to reach a piece to call my own.
And when she was alone, she felt like the moon: terrified of the sky, but completely in love with the way it held the stars.
And in the end, she left a scar and I knew that was how she wanted to be remembered. She wanted to leave her mark in the world without getting her heart too attached to it.
Then, she began to breathe, and live, and every moment took her to a place where goodbyes were hard to come by. She was in love, but not in love with someone or something; she was in love with her life. And for the first time, in a long time, everything was inspiring.
Loving me will not be easy. It will be war. You will hold the gun and I will hand you the bullets. So breathe, and embrace the beauty of the massacre that lies ahead.
The funny thing about advice is, we always tell others the things we cannot really do ourselves.
Sometimes we just need someone. It does not matter who it is. Just someone, someone to remind us of what it is like to live in a moment and feel something before we walk away.
So fly, fly away and never return to a world that makes you feel like you are trapped, and you do not know who you are.
And every time I look at you, I can feel something stirring inside of me. Like a collection of dying stars drowning beneath the waves. Waves that belong to your ocean and I have fallen deeply without really knowing how far it all could go.
And in the end, letting go was a lot like finding love. I had to learn to say goodbye to the one who gave me the courage to say hello.
How beautifully blind are we to ignore the smallest things in us, for it is the smallest parts in us, that give us the power to do the most brilliant of things.
So perhaps, we do want happiness, but we also desire to keep the pain close. Close enough to destroy us, close enough to define us and close enough to make us feel a little less cold.
Our fate lies in the hands of the things we love and sometimes the things we love are the things that lead us to the fatal destruction of ourselves.
But every once in a while you will come across someone who will completely rob you from your sleep, and those are the people who are just too beautiful to put into words.